amelia (mmmbopthis) wrote,

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I'd rather make out with a box of rusty nails

Haha. In The Coos.

How did this happen, you ask?

Well, we moved out on Thursday. Friday, after a bag of platelets, two bags of blood, and 13 hours later, I ended up on Krys's (my boss) couch. So we stayed there for a while. Met one of her sons, Sean.

Andy shows up, we were supposed to meet John and Ursula for a bit o' camping. Went fishing and through the concerted efforts of the both of us, managed to catch two fish. Went hiking. Met John and Ursula. Set up camp. Went to a sweet-ass hot springs at like midnight last night. Creepiest. Hike. Ever. I kept getting the feeling that the hike to the hot springs was all Blair Witch style and that I was going to be eaten alive by the Blue River Blair Witch. When we got there, right by the hotsprings were these little piles of rocks that looked like gremlins in the pitch dark with the flashlights highlighting the shadows. CREEPY.

Woke up this morning and realized "Hey, Andy's driving South today." So, even though I've known about this for how long? I just realized it today. So he dropped me off in CB on his way down to meet AJ. *shakes head* how did I not connect the two sooner?

Oh yeah.

So we all know my good friend Kathy, right? The one who only has a few more months to live? Her husband called me yesterday morning with "some questions." He's offering me his car (A Cougar not unlike this one) and will take Kathy's Mercedes Benz. I don't have my liscense yet. But I'm willing to get it. I was just telling myself the other day that I needed to try to get a car. Way to manifest, no?

Actually, he was willing to just let me live rent free in his son's house in Santa Clara, also. His reasoning between the two is that he wants to "watch out for me." But I just don't know what's going on, you know? I'm not his wife, I'm not going to die, and if I was, I don't think living rent free in a nice house and a sweet late 80's car would prevent me from doing so.

Dying friends suck.

Ashlee Simpson's radio isn't half bad. There might be vindication for her yet.

My puppy's cast is SO CUTE.

So um...if you're in the coos and not deathly ill, let's hang. Any plans for Labor Day, ladies and gents?
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